Saturday, June 10, 2006

what follows is not an approximation of the events that took place on that recent night in the month of june, no, not approximation, but exactitude.

(Saturday)
• Yahtzee
• A plant with lingering flowers that, if bloomed, might look like bats
• Square glasses and a bowl cut
• “shuh-howwza!”
• “Caliente,” my new bike
• wet bike seat, too wide
i. incurs sore ass
• metropolitan to north 6th, past Bedford
• hipster party, records, skipping needle
i.) konoko no. 1
ii.) Richard hell and the voidoids (scratched)
• Moustached ex-boyfriend
• “we’ve met before” (no handshake) “at the johnsons”
• Porno pics glues to glossy 8x10 classic car posters
• Sweaty blackshirt un-hipster, “I water-ski naked”
i.) “don’t you bounce around?”
ii.) “softened my knees, water up my asshole.”
a. “a colonic”
b. “made me wanna shit.”
• Moustached ex-boyfriend, cont’d.
i ) Watery-eyed stare
ii ) ‘trapped between door and stereo.’
a. Richard hell and the voidoids, scratched.
iii.) ‘I want nothing more than to leave.’
iv.) Shake hands with his wingman, Machiavelli.
a. Dirty, careless grin.
b. Limp, clammy hands. Mine.
• “Thank God Almighty, I’m Free at Last.”
• Caliente in circles, intersection of Whythe & 1st ave or so.
i.) see the lights across the river, of alphabet city, like orange glitter. The projects where they say, “don’t go there”.
• Ride away, let them fight.
• “South on Bedford?” shrugs, “yes…?”
• Bedford to Atlantic.
i.) tires are soft
ii.) brakes are weak, slow on the uptake
• The clock tower in brooklyn, my point of reference.
• Ooh, dean street. Take that route.
• Clock tower obscured.
• Ooh, the ghetto.
i.) My bladder is full.
ii.) My bladder hurts.
• Frightened piss in a street off Dean.
• “My bladder hurt, after all.”
• Ooh, the Ghetto, cont’d.
i.) ‘am I afraid?’
a. ‘no, just confused.’
ii.) ‘will this be the last they read about me?
iii.) ‘am I in queens, for chrissake?’
iv.) (message machine) “Hey Jeremy, it’s tim,” (cheerful, optimistic) “I’m in the ghetto, on my bike for the first time. I’m lost. On Atlantic, under the train. Do you know where I am?” (cheerful, maintained) (panic, tingles)
• Clock tower, re-emergent. In the wrong place.
• The gas attendant sleeps on the other side of the glass.
i.) I push the button. No response.
ii.) His eyelid opens, slow.
iii.) “prospect park?”
iv.) he points down Atlantic.
• I fear my tire will flat.
• Finally, Atlantic to Union, then 6th, then 7th.
i.) bodega
a. 2 beers, Budweiser. Bottles.
b. 1 pack cigarettes.
c. Cold sweat subsides.
• Finally, home.
i.) Crazy Monica (neighbor, insensitive to time and space).
ii.) Shitty reggaeton.
iii.) Sleeplessness.
iv.) Porn.
v.) Exeunt Wakefulness.

TO BE CONTINUED: MOHAWK!

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